"What's wrong??" Chen Yiran looked at her disgusted expression, blinked his deep eyes, and then asked gently, "Are you not hungry again??"
"No, it's not..." Tianxin tried to tilt her neck back, attempting to distance herself from the spoonful of rusty-red porridge. Then, cautiously and carefully, she said to Chen Yiran, "I just... hehe... think this porridge is a bit ... unique..."
"Hmm... although it doesn't look good... it is nutritious." Chen Yiran gave a slight smile and offered another spoonful to Tianxin.
Tianxin drew her neck back a few centimeters reflexively.
Chen Yiran looked at her with hurt in his eyes, hesitated for a moment, then took back the spoon and whispered, "Is the porridge I made too ugly??"
"Hehe... no, no..." Tianxin hurriedly shook her head to deny, hesitated for a while, then quietly asked him, "Did you... taste it??"